Gitanjali 90

On the day when death will knock at 
thy door what wilt thou offer to him?
   Oh, I will set before my guest the 
full vessel of my life-I will never let 
him go with empty hands.
   All the sweet vintage of all my 
autumn days and summer nights, all
the earnings and gleanings of my busy 
life will I place before him at the close
of my days when death will knock at 
my door.